Page 29 of Single Mom's Biker Brigade
My internal alarm system blared a warning when every cell in my body begged me to take her into my arms.
Attachment got people killed. No one I’d ever loved had survived my love.
Hawk and Colt didn’t count.
“Callie.” Her name left me against my will.
She took another step. “I understand having rules. I really do. But some rules are not worth obeying.”
What was she doing? I couldn’t move away. We locked eyes and my hand slid down her arm and across to her waist when she stopped close enough for me to smell her vanilla soap mixed with machine oil.
She shivered and placed both palms on my chest.
The growl returned, this time for a whole new reason.
I palmed her hips and brought our bodies flush together, capturing her mouth in a kiss that burned through me, obliterating my objections.
My body couldn’t care less about warnings and consequences.
I wanted her.
Based on her reactions and the fact she initiated our encounter, she wanted me too.
A tiny, mean voice in the back of my mind said she did it on purpose to drive a wedge between me, Hawk, and Colt.
To hell with it.
I traced the seam of her lips with my tongue, and she opened for me with a soft sigh, her body going soft and warm against mine.
I shouldn’t let her do this to me but damn it all I craved the feel of her, the way she sighed and shifted her hips to cradle my cock.
Her nails scraped over my chest, her fingers digging into my t-shirt until she held a handful of cotton.
With a quick pull, she silently tugged me toward the office.
I could refuse.
It wouldn’t take much.
All I had to do was end the kiss, look her in the eye, and tell her no.
I didn’t do any of those things.
I let her back me toward the office, our boots knocking into each other with every step.
She almost stumbled, and I wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her on her feet.
At least for a little while longer.
I reached behind me and opened the door, pulling us both through.
Callie broke off the kiss and turned us around, closing and locking the door with a smile before she pulled down the shade on the window and crossed the room to lock the second door that led to the back.
“Are you sure?” I gave her the chance to change her mind.
Her smile stretched, her eyes softening as she reached for the hem of her flannel and pulled it over her head, leaving her in her jeans, boots, and a black lace bra.
Yeah, okay.
